What time is it?

Train’s coming?

No. Just lights from a rushing truck.

Gazing out my icy window:

street lamps hanging over sleeping cars

like a mother bird feeding her babies.

Bike rack is a caterpillar squirming

in the framed painting posted yellow dots

show Union to Camden two minutes late

Union to Camden eight minutes late.

The metal newspaper sign slapping in the wind

is like a heartbeat.

All the people have vanished

Rumblerumble rumblerumble rumble

Ding!

Which way? Right, left?

A flash of light

The train pockets beam on the tracks

Engine growls

Then slides away into the sleepy silence

Bus shelter light shining on people

with heavy coats, black briefcases dragging

straight faced tired heads looking at pavement

clumped

like soldiers marching

right, left, right, left.

The clip clop of shoes gets louder as they cross the tracks

and come closer

Do they see me?

Tied oxfords

weathered woolen hats

striped scarves

leather gloves

Trying to find the right match like a memory game.

Strapped backpack

long jacket

glasses

a smile

Daddy.